Changping Village.
In Mrs. Tan’s house, when Mrs. Tan threw her shoes out——
"Ouch!"
Xiao Hei covered his face with his hands, screamed and squatted down.
Yang Huamei was anxious and rushed to him in a panic, "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, how are you? Come and see me."
No matter how Yang Huamei tried to persuade him, Xiao Hei just squatted there and covered his face, wishing he could bury his head between his knees.
Yang Huamei became anxious and turned around to complain to Ms. Tan again: "Mom, what are you doing? Even if Xiao Hei said that wrong, he is still a child after all. He is not sensible yet..."
"Meier, how come you are as blind as me at such a young age?"
Mrs. Tan was about to get out of bed to pick up her shoes. She suddenly froze when she heard Yang Huamei's words. She looked up at her and asked in surprise.
Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment and looked at Mrs. Tan with some confusion.
Tan's face was filled with regret, and she pointed at Xiao Hei, who was still squatting on the ground and fuming, and continued: "Are you blind or blind? Look at him, look at him, this head, this age, this kind of virtue, he is so young A child? Are you talking nonsense? "
Yang Huamei understood immediately.
She was ashamed, but she still squatted next to Xiao Hei, put one hand gently on Xiao Hei's back, and said to Mrs. Tan: "Mom, no matter how the child is, he will always be a child who will never grow up in the eyes of his parents. He will never grow up." If you don't do well, we are the elders and can teach you, but don't beat or scold them casually, especially throw things at them."
Tan said angrily to Yang Huamei: "I'm angry that he was so ignorant that he smashed it. I didn't use my strength. If I had used my strength, it wouldn't have been the shoe!"
Regarding this, Yang Hua Meixin.
The most profound memory in my childhood growing up memory is that my mother beat and scolded my brother and sister-in-law. Scissors, tea bowls, and ponytails were all my mother’s sharp weapons.
Hitting Xiao Hei with a shoe today was indeed merciful.
But, can Xiao Hei be the same? He is the only eldest grandson!
Seeing Yang Huamei's obviously unconvinced look, Mrs. Tan gritted her teeth and continued: "I know you feel bad, and there's nothing wrong with you feeling bad for your son, but you can't spoil him to the point where you don't know right from wrong. , have you forgotten the tears you shed at Dabai's place? Have you forgotten the promise you made to me before? You can't just revolve around the two cubs, you have to hurt yourself more!"
Yang Huamei frowned, a little impatiently: "Mom, one code is the same, let's just say that you shouldn't hit Xiao Hei, no nonsense."
Mrs. Tan was so angry that her heart ached, and she sat on the edge of the bed panting.
Yang Huamei patted Xiao Hei on the shoulder: "Okay, wasn't it just touched by the shoe? It's not a big deal since you are already a young man. Go out and play quickly. I will call you after dinner!"
Xiao Hei still squatted on the ground and didn't move.
Yang Huamei's expression changed.
Tan's cold snort came from the bedside: "What's going on? Do you think he loves you? A filial son emerges from the stick!"
Yang Huamei's face became even worse, and she was a little embarrassed. She slapped Xiao Hei on the back hard: "I'm talking to you, are you going to get out?"
This time, Xiao Hei finally reacted, "Go out, no matter how bad it is!"
When he stood up and left, he deliberately rolled his eyes at Yang Huamei. Yang Huamei was so angry that she picked up Tan's shoes on the ground and tried to hit him. Then he smiled strangely and ran away.
Because he had grown taller and almost reached the door frame of Tan's house, he still escaped with his back bent and almost tripped.
Soon, the sound of Xiao Hei chasing the dog and chasing the cat could be heard in the yard, accompanied by bursts of laughter.
Both Yang Huamei and Mrs. Tan looked at the yard through the window.
The anger on Yang Huamei's face disappeared, and she once again showed a kind and happy smile like an old mother.
"Mom, look at my little Hei. This kid has been so heartless since he was a child. Compared to Dabai, he really has no scheming..."
"snort."
Tan snorted in his nostrils and turned his face to one side to avoid answering the question.
Wang Po is selling melons and boasting about herself. This is not called heartless, but stupid.
It's okay if you're stupid, at least you're having fun and won't cause harm to others.
But you are stupid, selfish and greedy, which is not good!
But Ms. Tan was tired and didn't want to talk. Even the silly roe deer girl in front of her wouldn't listen to her words. Instead, she wasted the affection between mother and daughter. Why bother?
Yang Huamei took another look at Xiao Hei's cheerful look, and her mood gradually calmed down a little. She patted the dust on her shoes and came to Mrs. Tan.
"Mom, it's cold, let me help you put on your shoes."
Tan did not refuse.
Yang Huamei knelt down, gently picked up Tan's little sock-wearing foot and put it on her knees. Instead of putting on the shoes, she gently rubbed the soles of Tan's feet with the palms of her hands, and buried her head from time to time. Go and take a breath of hot air.
After rubbing my feet until they were warm, I gently put on my shoes.
Mrs. Tan had already turned her face and looked down at Yang Huamei.
The daughter is more than three years older than Fat Ya. Fat Ya is twenty-nine years old and the daughter is thirty-two years old.
The fat girl has black hair and a plump face, as young and energetic as a newly married daughter-in-law.
The daughter is thirty-two years old, with a sallow complexion and dull hair. There are a few conspicuous white hairs in the middle of the black hair.
When Fat Ya was rubbing her shoulders and legs, her hands were white and tender, her fingers were like green onions, and her nails were pink and shiny. Except for a thin layer of calluses on the fingertips, the rest of her hands were basically fifteen or sixteen. Year old girl's hands.
And that layer of cocoon, according to her own words, was worn out by rolling with a knife.
But what about my daughter’s hands?
Even if she covered her face and said it was an aunt's hand, no one would suspect it. The skin on the back of the hand was wrinkled together, and you could see the thick veins inside, and there were a few age spots popping up on the wrist.
"Mom, get dressed."
Yang Huamei raised her head and smiled flatteringly at Mrs. Tan, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes squeezed together.
Tan's nose felt sour, and she suddenly hugged Yang Huamei's head into her arms, tears falling down, "My good daughter, why are you working so hard? Protecting the young and the old, with so many things in between. A sick and consumptive man, you are the one who laughs and cries. All the sufferings in the world fall on your shoulders. You are already like this in your early thirties. My mother can’t bear to let you go..."
Yang Huamei was suddenly hugged by Mrs. Tan, and then she heard a howl above her head accompanied by unclear words. She was a little unable to react for a while.
It wasn't until big hot tears fell on her cheeks and the back of her hands that she realized what she was doing.
"Mom, don't be like this. I'm not bitter. Really, I'm not bitter at all..."
Yang Huamei struggled to raise her head, her eyes were red, but she smiled and reached out to wipe away Tan's tears.
"Who else is suffering if you don't suffer? All the ailments of the old and young of the Wang family are counting on you. I said that to Xiao Hei before, and it's hard for you to be caught in the middle. How tall were you before you left the cabinet? What a temper, look at it now, I said that to you, and you still smiled and came over to help me put on my shoes, my son, you make my mother feel uncomfortable..."
